Prose Poetry: Nostalgia

Prose Poetry: Nostalgia

……

In my hometown,

Every time I look up at the sky,

Always feel that the world is very big.

Be sure to watch it.

at present

It really came out.

Along the way,

No matter how beautiful the scenery is,

It can't be like my hometown.

Makes me miss you so much,

I'm haunted ...

After all,

What is unforgettable is homesickness.

It's thick and light,

It's approaching,

Always inadvertently,

the hearts connect with string ...

So,

On the beating eyebrows,

Full of nostalgia.

……

South China University of Technology in the early morning